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i.
all my life i have hidden myself in the memory of a time and place half a planet and a whole decade away. my faded cotton-candy dreams are no longer pink and sweet; they are light as cloud and i am so close to forgetting that i am afraid everything i have ever loved will go the same way. i don’t want to fade into the ether of space. i want to have a place in the world; i want to be found; i want to stop being lost.
i am the only person who can find me and i fear i am not ready for it, now, when i need it most.
ii.
today, home stopped being a place i could run to.
all my life i have had this place where i cannot be found because it is mine. but when walls are made by mothers and their drift is stayed by the hands of fathers, you learn that they are human and what they make is only as solid, as perfect as we are. it is not that they do not love me enough to hold back the breach, but by the process of love they have given me all their strength, and now it is time for me to bury the anchor and lift the water where they are no longer strong enough. i am to be the unforgiving beach to the ocean, a buffer for the land, and i fear that too soon, i too will crumble.
it is taking all of me not to crack in the weight of fear.
iii.
we are weakest when we are alone, and i – i am alone now.
iv.
i am haunted by the hand of worry. i am buckling, all my sand is folding into softer ripples that are not durable, difficult enough to contain the sea. the water embraces me like a doomed lover and i believe i am breathing but i am really just drowning and i cannot find the strength to topple my denial.
v.
i am being shaken and stolen and now that i am submerged, i finally realise that we were not meant to be a fortress for the ocean.
our struggles make us forget everything; what we are meant for, what we are made of. we were meant to surrender ourselves to the currents carrying us beyond the tide, the sandpaper grate of salt against our thinner skin – we were meant to follow the flow and let it carry us wherever we may go.
we were meant to float.
we are made of hope.
all my life i have hidden myself in the memory of a time and place half a planet and a whole decade away. my faded cotton-candy dreams are no longer pink and sweet; they are light as cloud and i am so close to forgetting that i am afraid everything i have ever loved will go the same way. i don’t want to fade into the ether of space. i want to have a place in the world; i want to be found; i want to stop being lost.
i am the only person who can find me and i fear i am not ready for it, now, when i need it most.
ii.
today, home stopped being a place i could run to.
all my life i have had this place where i cannot be found because it is mine. but when walls are made by mothers and their drift is stayed by the hands of fathers, you learn that they are human and what they make is only as solid, as perfect as we are. it is not that they do not love me enough to hold back the breach, but by the process of love they have given me all their strength, and now it is time for me to bury the anchor and lift the water where they are no longer strong enough. i am to be the unforgiving beach to the ocean, a buffer for the land, and i fear that too soon, i too will crumble.
it is taking all of me not to crack in the weight of fear.
iii.
we are weakest when we are alone, and i – i am alone now.
iv.
i am haunted by the hand of worry. i am buckling, all my sand is folding into softer ripples that are not durable, difficult enough to contain the sea. the water embraces me like a doomed lover and i believe i am breathing but i am really just drowning and i cannot find the strength to topple my denial.
v.
i am being shaken and stolen and now that i am submerged, i finally realise that we were not meant to be a fortress for the ocean.
our struggles make us forget everything; what we are meant for, what we are made of. we were meant to surrender ourselves to the currents carrying us beyond the tide, the sandpaper grate of salt against our thinner skin – we were meant to follow the flow and let it carry us wherever we may go.
we were meant to float.
we are made of hope.
Literature
My head above water
footprints in a parking lot
caffeine highs and marijuana lows
He took residence in that lonely spot
sometimes I guess that's just how it goes
I left my heart on my bedside
now he's where hope resides
with each slow step he seems to guide
me out of the dark and into his eyes
watch
he keeps my head above water
watch
he keeps my head above water
In these waves I keep
my thoughts, my dreams, my heart asleep
I need to believe that something extraordinary is possible
logic finds no other ways to make me responsible
when my calculations all answer to you
watch
he keeps my head above water
watch
he keeps my head above water
he keeps my
Literature
I never found the spring
I breathed small errings into the crook of your elbow
eyes half skewed to the weather scheme
Outside, besmirched ink or knife blade in the cusp of light
Overcast and breathing, the sanguine morning
I whispered small resolutions into the crescent
of your pelvic bones, I
stammered in the rocks and choked in the foam
I never found the spring, lost in tired fronds
I left you clues in the seams of your skin, the
flesh sore between my teeth
Milk and copper permeate
the intrepid space our bodies clasp
As we ripen and decay
Literature
Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
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ii
the water embraces me like a doomed lover
Made of hope inded.
the water embraces me like a doomed lover
Made of hope inded.